Slag Girl Illustrated Book

If there were no previous sentences, Zhou Cong would naturally give this contact information, but now, he actually hesitated a bit.

"Mr. Ruan doesn't care about things now, and we usually handle things to us, so this call." Zhou Cong deliberately expressed a bit of difficulty.

Of course, the truth is that Ruan Xihe really doesn't like socializing, and now basically everything in his hands is left to them.

Zhou Cong has indeed changed, from being dumb and honest at the beginning to now being a long-sleeved dancer, from the original non-drinking wine to the current one thousand cups, all the persistence in between was just because he didn't want her to be disappointed.

The chairman smiled slyly: "It's okay, I understand. It's true that President Ruan doesn't come very much, but Brother Zhou, next time President Ruan comes back, you have to make an appointment for me first."

"Naturally." Zhou Cong responded in a good voice.

......

The dinner here is over, the bosses must have other activities.

There is a nightclub nearby, and the Chamber of Commerce arranged for them to go there together.

"Zhou always picks a few."

"I don't need it." Zhou Cong politely refused.

"Why are you afraid that your girlfriend will be angry, it's okay, they don't know after we play."

These bosses looked like they were coming by, smirking and patted Zhou Cong on the shoulder.

"Come on, girls, make Mr. Zhou happy tonight."

"No, I don't really need it."

Zhou Cong only politely refused again: "The person I like, she only needs a clean man."

......

The next day when he came back from dinner at noon, Ruan Xihe took the document and knocked on the door.

"Boom boom boom."

"Please come in."

Ruan Xihe walked in, said hello first, and then put the document on Park Jae Hyung’s desk: "Chairman, the document you asked me to translate."

His face was calm, but he was a little surprised, it was really a bit quick...

"President, then I will go out first."

"Wait a moment."

She turned around and looked at Park Jae Hyung.

The big black-rimmed glasses blocked some of the light in her eyes, and he wanted to take off those glasses inexplicably to find out.

"That day, in the corridor, thank you."

"What corridor?"

"chocolate."

She was surprised: "Mo? Was it the president that day?"

"Ok."

"The president remembers to have breakfast on weekdays."

She only gave such a sentence, and left the office with nothing else.

He suddenly didn't know what kind of mood to use to face the matter that she really didn't think too much about him.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, she got off work on time, but she didn't want the president's room to open today.

Park Jae-hyung and Choi Eun-sung walked out and stood at the elevator entrance with Ruan Xihe.

He does have an elevator exclusively for the president, but Park Jae Hyung has always been casual, sitting wherever he goes.

Of course, this one was deliberate.

The three people stood in front of the elevator, and there was nothing to say except for the initial greeting.

Cui Eunsheng has a vision. Seeing the elevator is about to come up, he hurriedly said: "President, I will leave the documents in the office for a while. I will pick them up. If the elevator comes, you go down first and don't wait for me."

After speaking, he didn't even dare to look back, and ran away in a hurry.

Park Jae Hyung frowned, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened.

Park Jae Hyung and Ruan Xihe entered the elevator one after another.

There are two people printed on the mirror of the elevator. The man is beautiful in appearance, overbearing and cold-tempered, and meticulously dressed. He is the one who looks at it, and the woman is elegant and charming, with a smile and a dignified smile, but also inexplicable. The flirtatious meaning.

Ruan Xihe lowered his head slightly and didn't even look at him.

Park Jae-hyung looked at her in the elevator mirror, and couldn't help feeling a deep sense of frustration. Didn't he think of himself at all?

Seeing that the elevator was approaching low, he finally couldn't hold back and opened his mouth.

"you."

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